He raped me. That bastard Mack fucked me when he knew that I did not want to fuck him. He took advantage of how much I had to drink when I was too drunk to care about what I was doing. My mind was still foggy when I first woke up in the morning. I did not recognize where I was and that I was in a strange bed. The man sleeping next to me in this bed was not my husband. I tried to piece together the events of the previous night when I realized what had happened. This man that was sleeping next to me was Mack and at some time during the night he fucked me. He fucked me while I was too drunk to realize what I was doing, and I had never consented to his fucking me. I could recall telling him, after he put his dick into me, that I did not want him to fuck me.

I was able to vaguely recall Mack putting his cock into me and then fucking me. I was so drunk that I was in and out of it the entire time I was being fucked. I have no memory of how long he fucked me, but I do remember hearing grunting and then him fucking me real hard before he unloaded his cum into me. After he got off me I recall saying to him, “Mack, you no good common bastard. You fucked me when I didn’t want to be fucked. Then you came inside of me, you didn’t even have the decency of using a rubber or pulling out of me before you came. My husband had a vasectomy, how do I explain this if you knocked me up. What am I supposed to tell him, “I’m sorry but, Mack raped me, and I got pregnant?” What am I supposed to do if you get me pregnant? I need to have my pussy cleaned now that you came in me. I can feel your cum running out of my puss and I’m to drunk to do anything about it.”

“Well, what do you want me to do about it?”

“At least clean me up so that I don’t have to lay here in your cum.”

“How, what do you want me to do?”

“Get a warm wet wash cloth and clean all of that stuff off me. Make sure that it has all come out before you say you’re done. Hell, as far as I’m concerned you can suck it all out with your mouth. At least that will feel better then when you fucked me.”

I think that I finally passed out just after he finished cleaning me up and I fell into a deep drunken sleep until now, when I just woke up.

I remember sitting with Linda and Mack, talking and drinking wine. Then I got so drunk I decided to go home. Linda was going to help me into my place and get me onto the sofa, but instead Mack took me up to his apartment. Then I’m lying on his bed and Mack is helping me to take off my clothes. It seemed to be the right thing to do since I was on the bed. The next thing I remember was Mack sticking his dick inside of me and starting to fuck me. I told him that I didn’t want to be fucked but he did not stop. I kept passing out and then waking up while he was fucking me, I remember very little about being fucked. I do remember feeling him cum in me and then making him clean up my pussy. After that I think I passed out and did not wake up again until this morning.

Linda, she was supposed to get me into my place and onto my sofa. Instead she let Mack take me up to his apartment. She also saw to it that my glass was always full of wine, that’s why I drank more than I normally do. She has known for months that Mack wanted to fuck me. Linda also knew that I did not want to be fucked by Mack. They both had this planned before I got to her place. She was going to get me so drunk that I would not care what I was doing and would let Mack do what he wanted with me. Then Mack would take me to his apartment where he would get me into his bed and fuck me. Well, their plan worked. That sneaky bitch, I thought that she was supposed to be my best friend. I don’t know how, but I will get even, big time.

I put my hand down to rub the top of my leg when I found that something was stuck to the inside of my leg near my pussy. I felt my other leg and it was the same way. I felt around my pussy and realized that I had the same hard crust all over the area around my pussy along with something that hadn’t completely dried. Then it hit me, the crust that was stuck to me was dried cum from Mack fucking me. But after he cleaned me up there wasn’t enough cum left in me to do this. It took only moments to know what happened, Mack had fucked me again after I passed out. I touched the outer lips of my pussy and they were all puffed up. They don’t get like that from just a little bit of fucking. I put one of my fingers inside of me and I was full of this thick, slimy fluid. The only thing that I can figure is that after I passed out Mack knew that I would offer no resistance at all. He must have fucked me repeatedly all night long, stopping only long enough to recover and then he would fuck me again. I have absolutely no idea as to how many times I was fucked by him during the night. From the amount of cum that was on me and still inside of me I would take a guess of no less than a half a dozen more times

Mack had been repeatedly pestering me for months, trying to get me to let him fuck me. I always told him no and never gave him a reason as to why. I already had a very active sex life, my husband kept me well satisfied and I had a lover that was fucking me two or three times a week. In addition to them I also had a close friend who would fuck me when ever he had the opportunity. He was never romantic with me when we fucked but I always enjoyed what we were doing. I did not want or need Mack as another man in my life fucking me.

At the time my husband and I were living in an apartment complex where each unit had twelve apartments, four apartments to a floor. We lived on the middle floor in an apartment on the back side of the building. My best friend, Linda, lived on the same floor in an adjacent apartment but on the front of the building. There was less then six feet between our front doors in the common hallway. Mack lived on the upper level in an apartment on the backside and at the other end of the building.

It was early evening when I called Linda and checked to see if she was busy and would it okay to come over a couple of hours before it got late. I entered her apartment and found Linda siting in her favorite chair, wearing her typical nightgown and a goblet of red wine in her hand. Mack was on her sofa with a bottle of beer in front of him. Before I even had a chance to sit down Mack was telling Linda to get me a glass of wine. As I was settling in on the far end of the sofa from Mack, Linda was handing me a goblet half full of wine. I don’t recall what kind of wine it was other than being red, not very sweet and it went down easy.

As I was taking my first sip of the wine I heard Mack say to me. “Janice, when are you going to let me fuck you?”

“How many times do I have to tell you the same thing? I don’t want to fuck you.”

“Now what would it hurt if you let me fuck you? Your husband never needs to know about it. Anyway, I happen to know that your husband isn’t the only man that you are fucking. I’m sure that Linda would let us use her bedroom right now if you will let me fuck you.”

“Mack, if I’ve told you once I’ve told you a thousand times. You are not going to put your dick into my pussy. I don’t want to fuck you.”

Apparently, Linda has told Mack about my lover, she knows about him because she was fucking him first and I essentially took him away from her. Fortunately, Linda knows nothing about any of the other men that I am fucking. There is something about Mack that doesn’t sit right with me and I just don’t want to be fucked by him. I didn’t realize it but during this brief exchange of words I had emptied my goblet and Linda was there with the bottle refilling it. For a brief while the conversation shifted from Mack asking me to fuck him to something of more interest to me. What I did not pay any attention to is that my consumption of wine had increased.

Then Mack started again about fucking me. “Janice, you know that I want to fuck you and I am not going to stop asking you.”

“And you know what my answer to you will be. The same no as always. I am not going to say yes.”

“Come on Janice don’t be that way. You know that you would like it. I would be willing to say that if I were to ask Linda to fuck me, she would. Wouldn’t you Linda?”

“Of course, darling, right now or a little later.”

“See Janice, you could either sit there and watch or join us.”

“Mack, if you think that watching you fuck Linda would make me change my mind about fucking you, you are greatly mistaken. You forgot that that I have a third option if you want to fuck Linda in front of me. I can walk across the hall and go home.”

“Linda, it appears that I won’t be fucking you right now with the attitude she has. Can you get me another beer and fill up Janice’s glass?”

The three of us sat there for hours talking about nothing of great importance, drinking wine and Mack drinking his beer. I did not realize it but by now, I was full blown drunk. I had to go to the bathroom and when I began to stand up I found that I couldn’t. I asked Linda if she could help me get back to her bathroom and wait for me until I was done. That’s when Mack said, “Linda doesn’t have to help you, but I will be more than happy to assist you.”

“Mack, you stay right where you are, I might be drunk but not drunk enough to let you get near my pussy.”

That is when I saw him look at Linda and say under his breath, “We’ll have to work on that.”

We sat there for hours talking and drinking, at times drinking more than talking. Every so often Mack reminding me that he still wanted to fuck me. My mind was foggy from all the wine I had drank and the come backs were not as quick or flip, but I still managed to say no. I saw that the time was well past midnight and thought that I should be going home. I knew that my husband would not be too concerned since he knew where I was. He would accept my having too much to drink and get me settled in the bed.

I asked Linda to help me get over to my apartment and onto my sofa where hubby could take over. Linda and Mack each took an arm and got me into the hallway. As we got near my door Linda let go of me and Mack guided me towards the stairs. I said to him, “Where are we going? My place is behind us.”

“You’re too drunk to go home right now. I’m taking you up to my place for a little while so that you can sober up.”

“That is a good idea. I hardly know what I am doing. I really had too much to drink.”

Somehow Mack managed to get me up the steps and to his apartment. I don’t remember most of going up the stairs. We got into his apartment and instead of putting me on his sofa he guided me back to his bedroom, pulled back the covers and helped me to lay down on his bed. I asked why I was on his bed and he told me that I would be more comfortable there while I sobered up. In my drunken state that made perfectly good sense and I agreed with him. By this time my head was starting to spin around.

Mack suggested that to be more comfortable I should let him remove my shoes and socks. It felt so good finally getting them off after all these hours. Next, he told me that if I were to lay there in my clothes I would get them all wrinkled and that it would be a good idea to take them off. In my current state on mind it sounded very logical. I tried to unbutton my blouse but was able to. Mack unbuttoned my blouse for me and helped me take it off along with my slacks. I felt so much better laying there in just my bra and panties. Mack was so correct about being more comfortable. Mack then told me that he could see how my bra and panties were cutting into me. He suggested taking them off for a little while and that I could put them back on when I was sober enough to go home. He unhooked my bra and helped me out of it, then helped me to get my panties off. It felt so good just to be laying there with no clothes on. I closed my eyes and laid back to rest for a short while.

I heard Mack making a little bit of noise and I asked him what he was doing and said that I was trying to rest. He told me that he was going to take off his clothes and lay on the bed until I was ready to get up. I told him that was a good idea and that I thought that we could both use a little bit of a rest. I felt the bed move slightly as he got onto it and lay down next to me.

I was on the verge of drifting off to sleep when I felt a hand on my breast and then its fingers started to massage my nipple. It felt so good then I realized that this was Mack’s hand on my boob playing with my nipple. I opened my eses and managed to say, “What are you doing?”

“I’m touching your boob, just lay there and relax. This doesn’t hurt anything.”

“It feels nice. I like having my boobs played with and my nipples sucked,”

I have lost all sense of time in my drunken state. I could not tell you if it was only seconds or minutes later when I felt Mack take my nipple into his mouth and start to suck on it. First the nipple on my left breast and then my right. Switching between the two every minute or so. It felt so very good having my nipples sucked on, but I had to tell him, “Mack, you shouldn’t be sucking on my nipples like that. There is a direct connection between my nipples and my pussy. It makes my pussy wet and it makes me horny. Then I want to be fucked. You really should stop and not do that.”

I barely had the words out of my mouth when I felt Mack’s hand on my pussy and his finger finding its way into my hole.

“Janice, this has to be one of the wettest pussy’s I have ever felt. Spread your legs apart a little more so I can get my finger into you better.”

Mack then found my clit and began playing with it. It did not take long before he made me come. When he felt and heard what was happening to me he asked, “Did you do what I think you just did?”

“Yes, I did, and it felt so good.”

“Spread your legs far apart. I’m going to kneel between them, so I can do that to you better.”

I lay there on my back with my eyes closed and felt him move onto his knees between my legs. This time two of his fingers found their way into my pussy and his thumb found and began massaging my clit. I knew that I should not be doing this or even allowing it to happen. I really hadn’t wanted him to fuck me let alone make me feel this good. It all felt so wonderful and I don’t think I could have stopped him now even if I were to try. I had several small orgasms before I felt Mack remove his fingers from my pussy. Immediately I began thinking to myself, “Don’t stop. Don’t stop now. Put your fingers back into my pussy and continue to make me feel good.”

I could feel Mack shifting his position between my legs and then finally I once again felt his finger as it began to open me up and enter my pussy. His finger kept going deeper and deeper into my pussy when reality finally hit me. That wasn’t Mack’s finger in my pussy, that was his cock and he was fucking me. I remember saying to him, “Mack, please take your dick out of me. I really don’t want you to fuck me. Please stop now and take it out.”

“Janice, it’s to late for me to stop now. I have wanted to fuck your sweet pussy for a couple of years. Now that I am finally inside of you I am going to fuck you the way I have been dreaming about for months. I am not going to stop until I am done, and I mean really done.”

With that I could feel him push his cock the rest of the way into me. In my years of fucking many different men I could immediately tell that Mack was of moderate size. He was by no means small, but I have had much larger, in both length and girth. From the way he filled me up when it was completely inside I would estimate his length at just under six inches. His cock was not skinny, but he could have used a little more in girth. Most people fantasize about the length of a man’s cock, but the girth of his cock is of as much importance to me. I like to feel a cock that can stretch me a little when it enters my pussy. Then he began pumping my pussy with his cock. Long slow in and out strokes, he was going to make this last for as long as possible.

After Mack began fucking me I said to him, “You know that I really don’t want this and as far as I am concerned you are raping me. I am in no condition to begin to stop you from fucking me. I will try to enjoy this the best that I can and will not fight you. Now you understand that I will never put myself in this position or allow it to happen again. Don’t ever try to fuck me again after tonight and this will stay between the two of us. If you do the world will know that you raped me. I am so drunk, I don’t know how much longer I can keep my eyes open. If I’m asleep when you’re finished with me don’t try to wake me up."

I think that I passed out shortly afterwards, though I do vaguely remember felling Mack cumming in my pussy.

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